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My kid brother sighed in relief "I’m proud of you, Axe," he said, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice "I’ve still got your old El Cao Had it tuned up, repainted and reupholstered"

My heart dropped knowing he’d done that to my old car A car, back in the day, I probably looked after more than one As I stared out theagain, I caught sight of the Husky football stadiuht back to Levi…

He ain’t no brother of ours He’s no Carillo He’s just a fucking loser of an ex-con that’s going nowhere in life, and he’s co us down too

There was no fucking hope

Chapter five

Ally

One week later…

Wipingat the final wooden crate I’d just opened It stored the last of the Elpidio sculptures shipped up for the show

I held es to reveal the single piece of azine or picture And that one ti slowly gave way to a smooth whiteit in the flesh again In actuality In all its devastating perfection

As I cast a glance to ht I’d been here all day, trying to place the sculptures in their correct positions to test the flow of the exhibit

The then I felt like there was a pattern, a natural story to the sculptures, but I’d yet to work them out I wasn’t sure I could do so without so ht security guard, doing his rounds